Maiden of Mayhem

Rosa sometimes made it a point to stick at Mayhem Maidens until there was sunlight, just because she wasn’t really all that comfortable with walking home in the dark after what happened the last time. She was probably being too paranoid for her own good, but she didn’t like to bring her car to the strip club, because of one close call with her brother at one point, when he didn’t tell her he was back in Charming and wondered why their mom’s car was parked outside a strip club. “Well, good morning to you too,” Rosa said, chuckling at the curses from some of the people as the sunlight hit their eyes.

“Hey, Cash?” Rosa asked as the older woman’s words got some of the customers who had fallen asleep moving, shuffling their sleepy and possibly hungover asses out of the strip club. “You wanna go get something to eat? Might as well head on out to Hale’s for some good ol’ coffee to start the day right,” she said, with a small smile. She respected Cash a lot, definitely looked up to the woman and she knew she sounded like a kiss ass but she wasn’t really looking forward to eating breakfast by herself today, especially when she had an appointment to visit her mom today. 

Cash was distracted by Rosa’s questioning, having more or less entirely forgotten about the concepts of eating and being outside. Things had become tense, to say the very least of it, and Cash’s sense of any semblance of normalcy had fallen victim to it. Did she really want to go to Hale’s and get some coffee, though? It was low on her list of things to do in that moment, but she’d lived the life long enough to know that sometimes when you don’t get what you want, you get what you need. 

“Sure, baby,” she accepted, always a little more pliable with women, and especially those who worked even within ten miles of sex work and had a need to be met. Rosa needed breakfast. Cash would make that happen. 

She looked over Rosa, looking markedly less like a stripper who hadn’t gone to bed yet than Cash was used to seeing around the club at this time of day. “I’ll even pay, if you tell me why you slept here” She pressed then, thinking it seemed that Rosa was in perfectly fine shape and solo status to have just gone home like any self-respecting person probably would have. 

Just as he was approaching the door with it being swung open he eyed Cash for a second, mumbling something to the person on the other end of the phone before hanging up on them. “Looks like i’m just in time.” He walked right in, coming face to face with someone that was trying to slip out. Leo simply looked them over before walking further into the place and waiting till those who needed to leave to dismiss themselves. The few he recognized that remained he hardly gave a glance at, only looking to speak to Cash and go about the rest of his busy day. “You do what I ask?” He questioned once she was no longer occupied with ushering the unwanted out. What he ask being if she had gotten any of her girls to cough up to being cozy with Martin. He wasn’t sure if it would lead to anything but at this point he would grasp onto any bit of information because not being able to do anything in regards to losing one of their own was not cutting it for him.

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Cash had woken up ready for the day to come her way; her lifestyle didn’t often involve bacon and eggs or watching early morning talk shows. But being faced with Leo this early was a little beyond even her, and she composed herself as the bodies in the club sorted out until finally it was only Cash, Leo and a handful of those that they trusted remaining while she locked the door again. 

She turned back to him, taking in his question and breathing in slowly. “Well, I haven’t gotten to everyone,” she confessed. “Yet. Which only means the girls are busy,” she pointed out, hoping she wouldn’t have to beg for Leo to hear the underlying ‘which means we’re making money’, rather than focusing on hearing ‘I haven’t yet completed this one relatively simple thing’.

“But,” she continued, knowing she was making herself vulnerable but feeling like it would come back to bite her in the ass tenfold later if she didn’t get out with it now. “I’ve been with Martin,” she confessed, thinking it probably wasn’t a total surprise, but really goddamn wishing it hadn’t ended up the way that it had. “Paid and clean,” she elaborated, wanting to make it clear that she, of all people, was not some unhinged jilted lover. “And I just don’t think he was...” she trailed off, not sure what she hadn’t thought. “I’m saying his murder shocked me,” she confessed. “I didn’t have reason to see it coming.” 

Mornings at Mayhem Maidens were... bleak, to put it softly. Too quiet, too cold, too depressing with it’s spills of liquor on the floor by the bar, and panties and purses laying haphazardly like artifacts telling the story of the night before. It wasn’t uncommon for people to wake up there, but the deaths of Katrina and Martin had dawned a new day, and with it, new safety measures. 

Cash McQueen is thirty-nine years old, and has lived in Charming for sixteen years. She’s the owner of Mayhem Maidens, and a member of the Wicked Wolves. Her relation with the Devil’s Disciples is maybe a little warmer than advised, but her loyalty to the Wolves is not in question.